Tuesday, June 19, 2007

Signs of Senescence #23

I went to a Homebase today and actually enjoyed myself (enjoyed is perhaps too strong a word, but for now it’ll have to suffice because I am lazy). No longer funny smelling warehouses of aisle after staid aisle of boring things where you annoyed your parents by running around and knocking things over, now these are places where you can get loads of cool stuff for your place.

On a related note, bloody hell! Have you seen how much carbon monoxide detectors cost!?

9 comments:

Afe said...

My name is Afe and it's been five months since my last home related purchase.

I started frequenting Bunnings (the Australian equivalent) about two years ago. I never knew I'd enjoy staring at pipes, nails, and power tools so much.

Sometimes I sneak into my housemate's cupboard and caress his screwdrivers. Other times I clutch Ikea catalogues and dream about assembling outdoor furniture. None of my family know my terrible secret.

Sister Bridget said...

It's funny how the places you hate going to when you're young, and get dragged around by your parents are the places you actually start going to out of choice once you become a 'grown up'. I went to visit my brother in Barcelona and we found ourselves wandering around a cathedral. It wasn't until he pointed out how much we would have hated being taken there when we were little that I realised the irony of the situation.

Chris Cope said...

You don't need a carbon monoxide detector. Just have a child run around your house -- when the kid drops, it's time to leave the house.

Monica said...

Did you make a house a home?

Léonie said...

I'm still not that grown up. When will it happen for me, when?

Sister Louise said...

I didn't think you had a house. You always seem to be sleeping on a mate's sofa or at your folks place. I get excited about new buds on my sweet pea, the first thing I do when I get home is go out into the garden.

Mary said...

I was always dragged into electronics stores by my father and would be bored to tears. Now I'm being dragged into them by my husband and being bored to tears. At least my daughter and I can suffer together.

Now the home stores, yep, those I can spend some time in.

poo-head said...

CO detectors are rediculous. And how do you know they're actually working?

I was a bugger of a kid. I used to torture my Mom in places like that. I'd go and hide on purpose, and wait for her to start yelling my name progressively louder and LOUDER....

Chris said...

I made two bets with my Mum when I was a young sulky 12 year old who was embarrased at being taken to stately homes. I bet her that when I was an adult I wouldn't go to Tea Rooms by myself, and that I wouldn't listen to The Archers. I owe her a Cream Tea for the first one, I even have membership of Historic Scotland and have a 'castle buddy' who comes and visits such things with me. On The Archers however, she owes me.